Chapter 79 Aren't you going back yet? The war between immortals and demons begins...

On the hundredth anniversary of the war between immortals and demons, Linglong led the demons in the valley, young and old, and together with Yichixue, they leveled the villages below the valley.

On the day Luo Yunsheng was imprisoned, the sky seemed to brighten for a moment. When the dust settled, there was not joy, but more of a sense of melancholy.

Linglong stood at the very front of the procession, like a steadfast pine tree. The wind blew the banners, and behind her were her wounded clansmen kneeling on the ground, their blood soaking half the sky. They all looked up at the sky, as if they were observing a moment of silence. The rustling of their sleeves was the only sound in the world.

The broken banner fell to the ground, stirring up dust as it lay there. Shi Wen blinked, feeling empty inside, and couldn't help but shed tears.

This is the first winter she has awakened since her rebirth.

It's snowing again, firecrackers are popping, and the New Year has arrived.

The war between the demon race and the human race did not affect the cities of the human world; the happy people remained happy, and the suffering people remained suffering.

The war ended suddenly.

That day, she ran down the mountain in a panic, and her unease came true. At the foot of the mountain, many demons were kneeling, all with empty eyes and expressions of utter despair. Occasionally, sobs could be heard from the crowd, restrained and controlled, even their crying was so careful.

Linglong was dressed in a fiery red outfit. Apart from the feather behind his ear that was still there, his face was completely different from before. Shi Wenzhe paused for a moment, hesitant, and did not dare to step forward. He was sharp and arrogant, standing alone outside the crowd, his head down, seemingly lost in thought.

But Shi Wenzhe sensed a faint sense of helplessness emanating from Linglong.

He seemed lost and even on the verge of collapse.

Shi Wenzhe subconsciously took two steps forward and stopped in front of a small stone demon.

Most stone demons are simple-minded, so their faces are usually cute and round, with innocent faces, pure eyes, and soft, fleshy cheeks. Shi Wenzhe often wanted to hug a stone demon and knead it in his arms.

But the clumsy, pale-faced stone demon in front of us was now lying on the ground, its body twisted and contorted, as if boneless, like a pool of stagnant water.

Shi Wenzhe's heart was filled with turbulent waves, which reached their peak when the stone demon raised its eyes and its empty gaze passed through her body.

His entire body was covered in sores, his pupils were completely white and filled with hideous blood vessels, the blood vessels on his face were constantly oozing out, and black blood kept gushing from his seven orifices, like insects crawling all over his body.

The stone demon looked pained as it crawled laboriously across the ground. It seemed to be blind, so its path twisted and turned, even spinning in place. Yet it did not cry. Instead, it smiled at the empty space ahead. Its once clear and bright eyes were still clear, and when it lifted its eyelids to look at people, they were still as moist as ever. But now, its innocence was gone.

Shi Wenzhe took a step back.

The sobbing on the ground suddenly grew louder and more surreal, like maggots crawling into her brain. The world began to spin, the scenery twisted and complex, and the sound of sobbing could be heard as if she were a drowning person, like a piece of driftwood, unable to find the other side of life.

It's snowing. Even the snow that brings prosperity to the human city seems to take pity on a gray patch of earth and sky, bringing a moment of whiteness.

When will happiness, so common in the human world, also quietly visit Peach Blossom Valley?

When Shi Wenzhe finally understood the whole story, he learned that the war between immortals and demons had lasted for a hundred years, during which countless demons had died and many cultivators had also perished.

This war was brutal, but it was still evenly matched. The demon race always managed to rise from adversity and never admitted defeat.

It is said that Zhe has been here for too long, so long that he has forgotten that the Yellow Springs and the Azure Heaven are filled with malevolent energy, and that demons suffer greatly and most of them die a terrible death.

Just like... just like the stone goblin looks like now.

The timeline seems to have returned to normal, and everything that followed has a clear origin.

The souls of the dead, filled with hatred and resentment, became a swamp that nourished malevolent energy, growing day by day, inhabiting the bodies of the living, and finally erupting on that day.

They had already overcome so much suffering, and everything was about to dawn, but fate still wouldn't let them go, and one unexpected thing after another happened.

The demon race in Xiangjianhuan is about to be completely wiped out. The malevolent energy is eroding their minds, making them unable to distinguish friend from foe, and they are tyrannical and bloodthirsty. Even Fengxue is like that.

They were considered to be highly skilled demons, possessing abundant demonic power and unwavering Daoist resolve. They shouldn't have been so quickly corrupted by malevolent energy, but Peach Blossom Valley was a swamp, and none of them who lived there escaped its influence.

The barrier set up by Zhaohua gradually shattered, and wisps of black mist began to emerge from the area purified by the green bamboo. Everything was becoming distorted and unbearable.

Many peach trees withered overnight, their blossoms faded, and the mountains and fields were covered in wailing. The mournful cries spread quietly through the night, and no matter how hard they tried to hold back, they could hardly bear it anymore.

Linglong stood under the tree, stroking the mottled trunk, and said softly to Zhaohua, "There's no time left."

He asked, "Does it hurt?"

Zhao Hua shook his head: "It doesn't hurt." He looked directly at Linglong and gave a faint smile, as if there were endless things to say in his eyes, a thousand words turned into a smiling eye.

Linglong's eyes suddenly turned red, and her lips trembled. Liu Mian couldn't understand her gaze, and no one but themselves could.

Shi Wenzhe stayed in the peach blossom tree for so long, and shared so much affection with Zhaohua, but she still didn't understand.

But the bitter and painful emotions in her heart were about to overwhelm her.

Linglong, along with the elderly and children of the valley, gave their all and ended the great battle.

Liu Mian died in this great battle, in the arms of a little flower fairy.

The little flower fairy was found by Liu Mian on the battlefield. He was soft-hearted and carried him back all the way. The flower fairy was still young, about four or five years old, and so thin that he was just skin and bones. He had big, innocent eyes and looked at people with a pitiful look.

Bai Lian said that when he was captured, he was probably still a child and couldn't speak. He was locked in a cage and tortured, and was probably scared out of his wits. Even now, he still looks silly and can only smile when he sees people.

But he was very handsome, extremely handsome. Feng Xue hugged him and mumbled some nonsensical words of comfort, her heart melting. She glared at Bai Lian and stopped her from complaining.

Most of the flower fairies were beautiful. They didn't know what kind of fairy he was, nor did they know his name. Zhaohua looked at him and said he was a peony flower. As for his name...

Several little demons looked up at Zhaohua expectantly. Finally, Linglong curled his lips into a malicious smile and flicked each of them on the head. Seeing them clutching their heads in frustration, he slowly said, "Let's call him Hua Yan." He then glared at Liu Mian sideways and muttered, "You dare pick him up without even knowing what kind of demon he is? What if it's some kind of disguise trick by evil spirits..."

At that time, Liu Mian was still a boy, and he was scolded by Linglong. He felt a little guilty, but before he could feel guilty for long, Linglong said, "You picked him up, raise him as your son." This remark cracked him up.

The wind and snow made the flowers tremble with laughter.

In the end, Liu Mian had a son, and the little demons had a younger brother. The generations were quite messy, and they had all sorts of names, but the nature of their love and care was the same.

He loved Hua Yan more than himself, and now twenty-three years have passed.

Dying in his arms was a fitting end for her.

The sky was filled with dust that day; tears and blood were both water, indistinguishable when they fell to the ground. The entanglements of love and hate finally came to an end, and everything settled down.

Thousand Mile Bay was left with many deep pits left by the four major sects when they withdrew, full of traces of war. Three days after Danfeng left, Qingzhu arrived and bid farewell to Linglong and Zhaohua.

They always seemed to be saying goodbye. One of them thought, "Fortunately, this time, I should be able to reunite with Qingzhu, even if it takes a thousand or ten thousand years."

As Qingzhu left, she turned back towards the peach tree and whispered to Zhaohua, "Zhaohua, may we meet again every year." Her eyes were clouded and difficult to read, but the sadness in them was too obvious. These words sounded ominous, and Shi Wenzhe felt a chill run down his spine.

Zhao Hua smiled, seemingly unconcerned, and didn't respond to the question. In the end, only Linglong listened and calmly replied, "Of course."

Shi Wenzhe breathed a sigh of relief.

She just didn't expect that when Qingzhu left, she would give Shi Wenzhe a meaningful look.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, and at that moment, Shi Wenzhe's mind was filled with the thought, "How could she see me? She can actually see me?"

The look of astonishment on his face never faded.

Shi Wenzhe cautiously raised his eyes. Although he had told himself countless times that it was impossible, the illusion of impossibility was shattered the moment his eyes met Qingzhu's.

Her soul was tightly bound, unable to move. A profound and unfathomable sound emanated from Qingzhu's mouth, slowly drilling into Shi Wenzhe's mind, causing her a splitting headache.

She heard Qingzhu say, "Aren't you going back?"

In that instant, the inorganic electronic voice that 001 used during startup suddenly rang in my mind, and then, as if the computer had frozen, it kept repeating, "[Starting up... Alarm! Alarm! Abnormal signal attack detected! Alarm! Alarm...]"

Shi Wenzhe was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. She felt that in this vast world, she was already a suspect who had been locked in, and no matter how she tried to escape, she could not escape Qingzhu's grasp.

But Qingzhu did nothing. She just smiled gently at Shi Wenzhe and shook her head. "Don't be afraid, I just..." She paused, organized her thoughts, and looked at the bewildered Shi Wenzhe kindly, "I just want to remind you not to dwell on the past. You should go."

That scene kept replaying in Shi Wenzhe's mind. Qingzhu was like an alien with a god's-eye view, pulling Shi Wenzhe out of the drowning water and then kindly telling her that it was time to go home.

Having spent so much time with Qingzhu, Shi Wenzhe realized she didn't understand her at all. What was this...? She looked up at the sky, at the vast, boundless, dark, and gloomy sky, and wondered to herself, "Is the Heavenly Dao giving her a warning?"

The noisy commotion was still going on, and the chattering of the surrounding demons echoed incessantly. Many demons were saying goodbye, laughing, and rejoicing at their survival...

Shi Wenzhe seems detached from the scene, his already lonely soul even more like a drifting duckweed.